
Chi Varnado
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Does it seem to anyone else that rats and mice are everywhere now? In our sheds, garages, under car hoods, inside our vehicles, and yes — in our house. I...

Quail Mutterings: Stepping away from my life
We’re probably not often able to get away for an extended period of time, but fortunately I was able to jump at an opportunity. Of course, I had to create...

Quail Mutterings: Little nuggets of hope at a tough time
These days it can feel more difficult, it seems, to maintain happiness. With the news, cold weather, Santa Ana winds and power shutoffs, lack of rain, the holiday fun behind...

Quail Muttering: Running solo, wandering with dog and hiking with friends
One of my absolute favorite things to do is traipsing around the natural world — away from man-made scenery and noise.

Quail Mutterings: Traveling helps us grow in unexpected ways
To go is to come back and coming back means that we’ve gone. It’s simply a matter of relativity. Our latest comings and goings involved Italy—a land we’ve ventured to...

Quail Mutterings: ing the long days of summer
The long dog days of summer are a wonder to behold.

Quail Mutterings: Finding our true north
Who am I? Who are you? And who are we? What do we really know? Not much, I’m afraid. We’re so influenced by all the “noise” around us that we...

Quail Mutterings: A matter of perspective
Getting a glimpse of the total solar eclipse from the heart of Texas is what fueled our road trip. It provided the impetus we needed to contemplate an adventure across...

Quail Mutterings: Live and let live?
When I had the dance studio, we included all the students in story ballets — regardless of the dance genre. I felt that this helped to foster a sense of...

Quail Mutterings: The dissonance of life
1-2-3-hold 4—5-6-7 and 8. I listen to the familiar counting of musical phrasing as the ballet teacher marks through the choreography. My 7-year-old granddaughter is dancing in one of the...

Quail Mutterings: An attitude of gratitude
“Will I be creative and contribute to the development of the next, or will I be stuck in a self-centered rut?”It’s a great question — one that I took from...

Quail Mutterings: Our Communities: Intentional or Unintentional?
I don’t think any of us are in a community or group that is completely intentional. There’s a lot more at play than simply us choosing it. And I think...

Quail Mutterings: Balance as art
My 7-year-old granddaughter and I are having conversations about what constitutes art. As we wander around Balboa Park after her ballet classes, I watch as her mind expands to include...

Quail Mutterings: Changes on the horizon
Of course, we all know that change is inevitable and that most of it (in the big scheme of things) is beyond our petty control. Dead skin cells continually slough...

Quail Mutterings: Aging gracefully
What might it be like to age gracefully? What does that even mean? Perhaps it’s like what a good friend of mine said after retiring.“I’m completely content to just rock...

Quail Mutterings: The shelter of place
Might we be getting too complacent as we inhabit our house, hang out at our usual venues, and socialize only with our core group of friends? Do we take the...

Quail Mutterings: Sometimes less is more
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the concept of less being more and I believe it’s true for so many things. It is certainly the case considering all the...

Quail Mutterings: Keeping your calm from escaping
Calm is a state of mind — nothing more and nothing less, achievable when we choose to activate our intention. But, of course, it’s MUCH easier said than done. We...

Quail Mutterings: The silence within
Our little neck of the woods has finally gotten that much-needed rain. But now, the flood gates have opened wide with no let-up in sight. Our grasslands are lush and...

Quail Mutterings: And for this, too, I am grateful
It’s no wonder that when we think about being grateful, it’s almost always for those things that are truly positive, with very few, if any, negative associations that come along...

Quail Mutterings: The up and down sides of fall
Fall has arrived! Crisp, clear days and cool, mild nights.Visually, everything appears so vivid this time of year with less moisture and hovering dust in the air to blur the...

Quail Mutterings: Is it time to unspring those traps?
Black holes, baited traps, charisma… they all suck us in — hook, line and sinker. But it usually happens before we even realize what’s going on. And by then it’s...

Quail Mutterings: The age of shifting gears
Newton’s law of Inertia states that an object in motion stays in motion while an object at rest stays at rest — that is, without gravity factored in. He basically...

Quail Mutterings: The win-win-win of a trip
Are you coming from or going on a trip? Either way it can be viewed from a positive lens. During the preparations for an adventure, we look forward to it...

Quail Mutterings: Aah, the country life
The buttermilk sky overhead brings to me a sense of calm and contentment. Ever since my mom showed me one, so many decades ago, I’ve probably pointed them out far...

Quail Mutterings: Out with the old, in wth the new?
Out with the old, in with the new? Uh, not so fast—at least not with everything. Even though our old Model A truck had gone through the Cedar Fire, my...

Quail Mutterings: The art of laying a fire
Who hasn’t been mesmerized by the dancing flames of a well-laid fire? But for me the real beauty is the radiant warmth, seeping into every pore of my skin, enveloping...

Quail Muttering: Life is a dance – part choreography, part freestyle
What — spring already? No, it’s too early, but that’s not what it feels like. The air seems to have a different quality to it, even though it’s still chilly,...

Quail Mutterings: And the rain comes tumblin’ down
Finally, we’re getting the rain we’ve all been waiting for. After a long dusty spring, summer and fall, the heavens have opened up and showered down their glory. I’ll take...

Quail Mutterings: Are we following our instincts?
Instinct is a funny thing. Each species has its own unique version of it. Even us, whether we recognize it as such or not. And then we wonder: Is it...

Quail Mutterings: Ode to the front porch
Front porches are the best, aren’t they? They allow one to invite the outside world in while at the same time giving you a front row seat to what’s going...

Quail Mutterings: Happy New Year in September
What? New Years already? I know it may sound strange, but that’s what this time is for me — and always has been. When I was a kid, the final...

Quail Mutterings: In the now — the search for common ground
If I’m having trouble being present in the here and now, our 6-month-old Aussie-border collie will snap me right back. She thinks nothing of "disturbing the peace" and bringing my...

Quail Mutterings: What’s next?
Are you feeling young and spry? Not so much? Just wishful thinking? Try keeping up with your grandkids or running around with a 10-week-old puppy! Just kidding — not sure...

Quail Mutterings: Some positives from pandemic are coming to light
I’m slowly coming to realize, or possibly to it, that this whole global pandemic hasn’t been an entirely bad thing. It was good for the planet, at first, with less...

Quail Mutterings: Coping, or not, during the pandemic
First, let me preface the following Psycho Rant with an apology. I usually try to find the positive in things, but recently have found it to be a lot more...

Quail Mutterings: Standing Still
Sometimes I just stand there. That’s all—and it’s enough. I might walk a ways, stop, and then look around. The sun warms my back, the chilly wind makes me shiver,...